Chapter 574 Concentration

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Mingli's soul fire turned dark, his face changed drastically, and despair like a vast ocean surged towards his soul!

He wanted to withdraw, but Zhang Mingli was horrified to find that the room in Gao Ming's heart actually emitted a terrifying suction force, as if he wanted to lock him in.

"Trap? Is this a trap of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical? No, Yongsheng Pharmaceutical can't drive the evil spirit!" With his will confused, Zhang Mingli decisively cut off one-third of the soul fire and pulled back.

"Bang!"

All the divine patterns in the school were distorted, and the unspeakable phantoms faded one by one. Zhang Mingli sat down on the wooden chair with a pale face. He was almost eaten by Gao Ming just now!

Although his current strength is only one-ninth of his heyday, because he has special abilities related to nightmares and inherited talents from the unspeakable, ordinary testers can't hurt him at all.

Before Gao Ming recovered from the shock, the incident happened again. The flame engraved by Zhang Mingli illuminated the dark room deep in Gao Ming's heart, allowing him to see the scene in the room clearly.

Various torture instruments were hung on the walls, and all kinds of strange ghosts were locked in the room. Souls that looked like humans and beasts were crying, and believers without facial features were praying.

"Is this... a torture house?"

The ghost god entangled in chains in the center of the room looked at Gao Ming, and their eyes collided. The ghost god's eight arms stretched out to Gao Ming's heart, as if to tear open his chest and crawl out, but it didn't do it after all. Only a large piece of flesh and blood was pulled by Zhang Mingli's soul fire and squeezed out from the gap in the room.

Without Gao Ming's guidance, the ghost god's flesh and blood crawled directly to the empty shrine given to him by Zhang Mingli, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming a ghost god with four faces and eight arms.

The moment the statue was cast, the smell of meat enveloped the school. If the walls of the school were not full of unspeakable phantoms, the smell of meat would probably spread to the entire Zhemeng Town.

"Done?"

The ghost god opened his eyes, and Gao Ming, the shrine and the strange room in his heart had a new connection, as if he was the faith and god in the shrine, and he could transform into all kinds of flesh and blood magical powers in a moment, and he could also reproduce some scenes in the nightmare through the shrine in his hand.

Holding the shrine in his hand, the Blood City tattoo on Gao Ming's body also spread to the base of the shrine, causing the empty shrine to undergo very subtle changes, as if it not only represented the nightmare in Gao Ming's heart, but also the medium for the Blood City to touch reality.

Patiently feeling the emotions of the flesh and blood ghost god in the shrine, a name quietly emerged in Gao Ming's mind - Blood and Flesh Immortal.

These three words seemed to be a secret key. After Gao Ming remembered it, the memories hidden in Gao Ming's bones and blood began to slowly recover, and one after another human figures fell into his mind like puzzle pieces. He only needed one last opportunity to piece together the complete past.

After putting away the shrine, the ghost god's phantom with four faces and eight arms also dissipated behind Gao Ming, and the distorted divine patterns in the school returned to normal.

"This dream interpretation method is not as powerful as I thought." Gao Ming commented fairly.

"Damn it!" Zhang Mingli had cultivated his character for a long time, but he couldn't help breaking the rules at this moment: "The nightmare in your heart has been sealed, and now it may not even be released by one tenth, and you still complain?!"

"Have you obtained the dream interpretation method?" Fu Shu leaned against the wall, his head against the wall, and looked up and down at Gao Ming: "According to our experimental analysis, only one out of a hundred testers can meet the dream interpretation method transformation, and they need to experience hundreds of nightmares repeatedly. The whole process is more terrible than lingchi, and the three steps of dream interpretation are each a dangerous hurdle of life and death. If you don't do it well, you will go crazy. I see that your soul fire has not been ignited, how can you succeed?"

"He ate my soul fire!" Zhang Mingli's angry voice sounded, and Fu Shu immediately shut up.

"Although not as strong as I expected, it also helped me a lot." Gao Ming bowed to Zhang Mingli: "Thank you, Teacher Zhang."

"Giving you the dream interpretation method is a fair trade between us, but my soul fire is another price!" Zhang Mingli's attitude has changed a lot since he saw what was hidden in Gao Ming's heart. He no longer treated Gao Ming as a tester of the immortality medicine, but put him on an equal footing with himself.

"I've eaten it, can I still spit it out?" Gao Ming patted the shrine. He had the ability to protect himself in the nightmare, and he didn't have to flee in panic next time he saw those monsters.

According to Gao Ming's guess, the deep world is real, and the so-called dream interpretation method is actually equivalent to building a channel between different worlds, using one's own soul, memory and will as a bridge to project things in the deep world into nightmares. However, this dream interpretation method is extremely demanding. It must bring you extreme pain and despair before you can project it. The more desperate and painful it is, the more real the projection will be, until it finally breaks the boundary and releases its true body from the depths of your heart.

It must be said that this dream interpretation method is very suitable for Gao Ming. He died countless times in order to obtain a complete flesh and blood ghost god, so he easily condensed the flesh and blood fairy into the empty shrine.

"Don't be complacent, kid. I'll be honest." Zhang Mingli took a deep breath and calmed down: "The dream interpretation method originated from an unspeakable thing called 'dream'. Many years ago, it invaded reality and almost turned all the living people in Xinhu into lunatics. I once lived in the nightmare it created, which represents the love it will never get. The dream interpretation method is actually a backup plan it prepared for itself. Every time I use the dream interpretation method, I am calling it, and there is a very low probability of awakening it again."

"Unspeakable Dream?" Gao Ming remembered the name.

"Dream has long been dead, don't listen to him." Fu Shu whispered.

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"It was dead, but those greedy and stupid guys from Yongsheng Pharmaceutical wanted to control the power of Dream. They chanted Dream's name and explored nightmares frantically. Who knows if Dream has awakened now?" Zhang Mingli's tone suddenly became serious: "Only complete oblivion can mean that the unspeakable has completely disappeared. In recent years, I have been trapped in nightmares, and my impression of Dreams has been deepening, but the names of the saviors have become increasingly vague. This is not a good phenomenon."

Zhang Mingli's words also attracted Gao Ming's attention. Many people mentioned a savior, but no one remembered his name, whether it was Wang Ping'an who was locked up in a nursing home or Brother Chong in the forbidden game. Perhaps in a few years, that name may really disappear.

The joy of obtaining the dream interpretation method was somewhat diluted, and Gao Ming began to think about how to rescue Zhang Mingli from Zhemeng Town.

The unspeakable shadow on the wall slowly dissipated, and the school returned to its previous appearance. Zhang Mingli looked very tired. He calculated the time, stopped chatting with Gao Ming, and strode to the front of Fu Shu.

"Greed has returned, and now you should return your promise to me."